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I've been trying to convince myself that once it got warm, I wouldn't miss Sydney so much, that I was reacting merely to the lack of light here and the returning to NYC in the midst of what turned out to be an awful series of storms.

Was warm today. Gorgeous, and I still feel utterly out of sync. The water feels too far away (I live on an island, hello?), and I miss the necessity of ferries. I miss the ferocious and cheerful wind. The overabundance of avocados, more grilled chicken than you can possibly imagine (Oporto is the best drunk food ever) and coconut everything. I miss what little I saw of the film scene, which while in many ways as wanky and stupid as it is here, in many ways wasn't. I miss the light and the pacing.

I wasn't beautiful there in the ways I thought I'd be. But it was nice for that narrative to at least be a different one.

Getting off the subway today, I saw a fabulous fellow with a face I could only think of as very Australian. Black hair, green eyes, cheekbones and a half, pointy nose and one hell of a grin, trying on an awful 60s era silver hat thing that someone was selling with a lot of other thrifty junk on the corner. It was so funny, and fabulous, and not self-conscious or ubergay in any of the lame ways it could have been. He knew it was wickedly ridiculous and so did we. And that's all.

I'm not hating NYC anymore, like when I first came back, but it's really hard to make myself give a damn. I'm starting to get zen with it though; for everything though, it remains so unexpected to me, even if screechingly obvious to everyone else.

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[denn566.livejournal.com]

I love NYC. For the entire time I was living in Pennsylvania, (8 years) all I was thinking was the fact I missed the city.

That's water??

[czarchasm.livejournal.com]

If you are referring to the ooze that is the collective misery of humanity, which flows in the East and Hudson Channels. I had to drive 120 miles to find swimmable water, one summer.